The Black Dog

 

The Black Dog--watercolor

8 x 12 140# Kilimanjaro paper

Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. 

A penny for the Old Guy
                   
                I
            
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

... .

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

... .

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

T.S. Eliot